Chapter 32

• I couldn’t believe Taiban had done this to me. I know he has never hid his hatred for me, but why did he have to take it this far—so far as to put my life in danger? Well, as much as I felt bad and strangely betrayed, I guess I should’ve expected it. I should’ve seen this coming. Werewolves hated humans, and for a long time, I guess I was the only one they’d seen, hence the bitter aggression. What was I saying? Even if we were ten humans, the punishment and regard would’ve been the same. What was going to happen to me now? I don’t know why, but I had this instinct nagging somewhere within Alpha Arthur’s place and treatments—or rather, maltreatment was going to be more desired than where I was. I didn’t know who they’d brought me to. I hadn’t even seen the face, but somehow I knew it wasn’t going to be a walk in the park for me. This thought made me shiver more — more out of fear than cold. On the way to this place, I had heard mean Meaidan and her treacherous lover, Taiban, say the Alpha’s Luna had asked them to deliver me, but to whom they never said In that moment, I didn’t know if it was going to be considered selfish and a little mean of me to wish Hailen was there with me. That she’d been kidnapped along with me. I couldn’t help but wish and feel She was the only person who had actually shown me genuine care and friendship since I stepped foot in the Alpha’s pack and gigantic manor. I truly missed her gentle, soothing voice, encouraging touch, and smile. I wondered at the moment where she was. If she’d finally told the Alpha of my kidnapping, I fervently wished that, if that were the case, the Alpha wouldn’t hesitate to rescue me. I know he only kept me alive and under his roof because Mama Mia had asked him to; otherwise, I'd probably have been gone. But I wondered why Mama Mia didn’t keep me in her own custody. It was better than everything I’d gone through and was still going through. In fact, I might not be in this horrible situation right now if she had not left me under the dreadful care of the equally dreadful Alpha. So many atrocious thoughts were plaguing my mind, bringing fear to crawl through my spine towards my chest, squeezing tight and unyielding. I knew no other feeling except this and the fever that was slowly burning me up from inside. That sickness was returning, and I couldn’t let it. Here, I knew no one who would tell stories as they bathed me, gave me great-smelling soup, covered me up as I laid my head to sleep, or even watch me when I finally dozed off. I missed Hailen and, for the second time, ardently wished she was kidnapped too. She knew how to make me calm and comforted me in the best way possible. I cleared my eyes, keeping the tears that were vehemently trying to betray my defiant stance — or as defiant as they could be—away. I was trying to be strong and act strong. I didn’t know where I was, and Mama Lia’s words that spoke of showing strength and never letting your opposition see how weak you look and/or feel replayed themselves in my memory. Here, there was no Mama Lia, Mama Mia, or Hailen, not even the ruthless Alpha. The only two people I knew had willingly, with all pleasure, sold me out.
• Their hatred for me wasn’t personal; I’d come to realize that, though it didn’t make whatever they did any less painful, their hatred was purely against the human race, and I was part of the human race. I needed to stop worrying about them. Channeling my energy towards a possible escape route was the motive now, even though I knew nowhere. If I was asked to escape, I wouldn’t even know the path to take either to the Phantom Pack or even to the human world, though I suspected that the last route had a slim to none chance of being successful seeing as I was a complete zero in knowing this route or how to embark on it. From the Phantom Pack, I knew my way, but from here, it was a very difficult case. I was still in the wagon; I had been let out of the box and was asked to sit at the open back. I didn’t know why we were still outside. I heard the two men whistling to themselves before one disappeared into the darkness of the night through the open gate. The other one was pacing back and forth a few feet from the wagon. He was trying not to come close to me, but his posture also revealed that I was still under his stern watch. I couldn’t run even if I wanted to, not when my bladder felt like it would burst at any minute and my head hurt as much as it did. I was still swallowing the tenacious bile that kept rising every few minutes. From the look of things, those hateful werewolves had brought me to another pack, and they were probably waiting to hear from the Alpha. I heard laughter; my blood boiled, and I felt like slapping the face of the owner of that stupid voice. How could one feel so comfortable after doing such a heinous crime? How could one live with themselves knowing they were responsible for the bad things that someone else was going to do? Meaidan had really done a lot to prove that they’re just some people who have no hearts or consciences. I seriously doubted that killing her husband, as they’d said, was a mistake. If she could do this to me, she could do worse. I closed my eyes as if that would make the incessant throbbing along my temples magically vanish, but it didn’t; rather, I had another scary vision... Would I call it a vision, though? But I didn’t know how else to describe the frequent, terrifying flashing of this beast of my dreams. One would think by now I’d get used to it, but no. It was always bone-chilling at every occurrence.
• "Alpha"